“In accordance with Section 23, subsection two that I am sure I have your initials beside-” 

The sickeningly happy whistle to Bourreau’s words slashed through the atmosphere as his sheets of paper rustled like wind through the last leaves dangling over tombstones in the graveyard the sector had become.

Hats off to Five-Star weekend 🙌. They actually did the Best season two set-up of a limited series I’ve ever seen. Elegantly. Casually. For every character. Without nonsense. Not sure if that’s the show’s design or Elin Hildebrand’s book design…but fuck yeah.

The Angel, still experiencing writerhead highs in the aftermath of a nicely wrapped story.